[He can't claim to find Sam's answer very satisfying, given that Thorne's people finding out more information than they should is half of his concern. He's feeling increasingly isolated in this regard, increasingly convinced that he won't be able to change anyone's mind. No one seems worried but him, after all. Not even those he considers his friends.
He shifts restlessly, not all that sure what else he can say. He'll just leave after this, he thinks. He's not suited to this sort of environment, and the idea of being here much longer feels increasingly miserable.
Sam's question draws back his attention, however, though he's not sure if it's in a way he likes. He narrows his eyes.]
What gives you that impression?
[Sam is completely right in his guess, but it feels... presumptuous, somehow. He'd at least like to know what part of him is giving off that impression - even though he knows full well it could be a great many things.]
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He shifts restlessly, not all that sure what else he can say. He'll just leave after this, he thinks. He's not suited to this sort of environment, and the idea of being here much longer feels increasingly miserable.
Sam's question draws back his attention, however, though he's not sure if it's in a way he likes. He narrows his eyes.]
What gives you that impression?
[Sam is completely right in his guess, but it feels... presumptuous, somehow. He'd at least like to know what part of him is giving off that impression - even though he knows full well it could be a great many things.]